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"Bambi - the shopping trip"
Daddy always told me that starting your morning right was the most importantthing - it sets the tone for the rest of the day and all of that. I guess that'swhy he has me "meditate" every morning a half-hour before I go to school. Afull half-hour. I have to admit that most mornings I'd rather be sleeping whenI first start, but by the end I'm always grateful for his wisdom. It puts meat peace and centers me. You see, he recorded a tape for me shortly after Iaccepted that my purpose in life was to serve his happiness and pleasure, thatI could have no higher calling. Since then, he's had me listen to it as I meditate, "engagingin active contemplation" as he calls it.
That's what I was doing this morning, like every other morning, lettingmyself fall into the words, until everything I was existed only to please him. "Youare my daughter, created by me body and soul, and you exist only to pleaseme. Your highest purpose is to please me. You have no other function in lifeand no other desires. Your body is mine. Your life is mine. Your heart, yoursoul, are mine. You are mine. My property. My slave. My slut. My whore. I loveyou, my little girl, as no one else ever could -" I had my eyes closed as Isat listening to the tape, so I didn't notice Daddy come in until the tapeabruptly cut off.
My eyes opened and a grin instantly lit up my face. He went into work latetoday so I wasn't expecting to see him before I went to school. "Daddeeeee!" Ijump up and hug him fiercely, "I wasn't expecting to see you this morning!Did you come to help me with my meditation this morning?" My voice turned hopeful.Last time he had interrupted me like this he had spent the whole half-hourfucking me while I listened to the tape and repeated back the words to him,i.e. "I'm your daughter, created by you...".
"No baby. You'll be skipping your meditation today. We're going to havea busy day." He smiled down at me indulgently, as if basking in the pleasureof having me there at his disposal - a naked, beautiful, eager-to-please littlegirl that was his, only his. I felt so totally proud from that perception,and from the fact that apparently we were going to spend the day together.
"Why Daddy? What's going on?" I plopped back down on the bed and bouncedcutely, making sure my legs were spread nice and wide and back arched justright ... just being in his presence made my twat ache to serve him, and Ihoped that I might be able to entice him into realizing he was never too busyto fuck a little whore in need ...
He looked down at my little display, not fooled by what I was trying todo. "Enough of that. I'll fuck you plenty later, but for now you have a slightwardrobe problem that needs fixing. Before we do anything, though, we needto go through your closet and see what's salvageable."
I was totally confused now. "What's going on, Daddy? Why do we have to gothrough my closet?"
He opened my closet doors and sifted through the racks of clothes briefly,throwing a small tank-top and a tiny pair of white jean shorts out that I'doutgrown about a year ago at me. A few seconds later, he found my white exercisetennis an some socks and told me to put it all on. "While you're getting dressed,I'm going to go through your closet. As soon as you're done, go get me a bigblack trash bag from the garage ... we'll donate everything you're not goingto use to the Salvation Army or something." I sat there and stared at him fora moment. This was totally weird. "Well, get moving!"
I snapped into action, noticing that he hadn't seen fit to throw out a braor panties. Well, no panties was unusual, but he normally liked me wearinga bra. He normally said that with breasts as large as mine, already a D-cupat thirteen, if I didn't take good care of them now they would end up beingdown to my knees before I was even thirty. Plus they drew enough attentionwithout my nipples poking at the front of whatever top I'm wearing. Still,I looked really cute, especially with the way the shorts rode up the back ofmy ass, leaving the little dimples where my ass met my thighs clearly visible.Add to that a pair of fairly beat-up jogging sneakers and I looked like a verytempting piece of jailbait. I started to play with myself in the mirror, rubbingmy fingers over the crotch of my shorts and reveling in my pussy's sensitivity,the way the warmth just washed over my whole body from even such a light touch... I looked like such a dirty little whore, an immoral little slut. All anybodywould be able to think about is fucking me or how bad their boyfriends wouldwant to fuck me ... I was starting to moan when Daddy noticed what I was doingand slapped me on the hand. "NO! How many times to I have to tell you?"
"But you're here, Daddy." I tried to defend myself.
He grinned. "You're such an insatiable little fuckhole. It doesn't matterif I'm here or not. You have to ask, regardless. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy. All right ... I'll go get the bag you askedfor real quick." With that, I ran out of the room before he had a chance tochastise me further. I heard his laughter still chasing me down the hall asI shut the garage door.
By the time I found the trash bags nestled behind Daddy's tool box and modelcars and returned to my room, a good three quarters of my closet was on thefloor, waiting for me to pick it up. The only things left were a couple formaloutfits, PJ's, and a few pairs of jeans set aside to make cut-offs out of ...and that was all.
"You're going to take me shopping, huh Daddy?" I felt all clever, havingfigured it out.
"Yep. Now hurry it up or we'll never make it to the mall before it startsgetting busy." I got to work, but I also go to thinking. When I'd packed allthe clothes up, I looked up at Daddy questioningly.
"How are we going to explain this to Mom? Won't she think it's odd thatall my clothes up and disappeared and were replaced by new ones?"
"Don't worry, baby. Melissa was more than happy to collaborate with me.I told her you were unhappy with your wardrobe and wanted new clothes, butthat your mom wouldn't let you buy what you want. She said she'd be more thanhappy to say that she and her big sister took you out shopping and she usedher allowance to do it. As far as mom knows, I'm at work right now."
My Daddy was so clever. I sighed in jealous of Melissa - her parents hadso much money, her allowance was like a couple hundred a month. It wasn't fair.But still ... Daddy loved me enough to go out and buy a whole new set of clothesfor me so I could look all pretty for him. I had nothing to be jealous of.Melissa's Daddy didn't even care how she looked. Melissa's Daddy definitelydidn't care about taking care of her like Daddy takes care of me. Jealousyturned to pity - how sad Melissa must be, all that money that could buy herall the sexy clothes in the world, but nobody that would want to watch hertake them off, not even her own Daddy. I could only imagine how bad that musthurt - your own father not thinking you're pretty enough to fuck. Poor Melissa- it was so bitchy for me to be jealous when I'm so much lucker than she is.
"Go brush your hair and all that while I take these out to the car and getit warmed up. Meet me outside when you're done."
Before I knew it, we were at the mall. Daddy seemed in a hurry to get there,so none of the usual stuff we'd do on the freeway - like last time when he'dtaken me to out for movies and ice cream, he had me blow him the whole waythere, with my pussy up in the passenger side window and my fingers buriedin it. I didn't even realize anyone might be watching until Daddy pulled upnext to a semi and the driver tooted the semi's horn. God, that was so great.The semi paced us, even when he started going fast, all the way til we hadto get off the freeway. Even after Daddy shot his load down my throat, he mademe keep sucking his cock with my pussy spread in the window for the truck driver,telling me what a good little girl I was, and how I must be in Heaven, beingon display for some guy who's face I'd never even see, with my mouth full andmy hand on my cunt. He was right, especially when he made me get on my kneesin the pavement once we got to the mall parking lot and lick up the mess I'dmade on the seat from all my pussy juice dripping down as I played with myself.Right there in the parking lot, he'd made me play with myself again as I lickedit up, so it would be running down my thighs as we walked to the mall. Thesame mall we were at now.
"I love you Daddy. Thank you for taking such good care of your little whore." Isaid, out of the blue, as we stepped out of the car.
"You're welcome." I rushed to follow him into the mall. He always made mefeel so tiny; it took two of my steps for every one of his and when I reachedover to squeeze his hand as we crossed the street, his hand dwarfed mine. Iloved feeling so small, so helpless, when I was with him because then it wasall right - then all I ever had to worry about was doing what I wanted to doanyway and it didn't matter how incapable I was of controlling anything becauseI didn't have to.
Daddy led me along in the mall until we reached one of those ultra-coolboutiques that only slutty cheerleaders and older women who wished they wereslutty cheerleaders shopped at. I always walked by there wishing I had thebody to pull off the size zero outfits in the display window, wishing I wasn'ta quiet little bookworm in the back of the classroom, and wishing that justputting on one of those outfits would make me pretty and interesting enoughfor a guy to actually notice me.
He walked me through the store until he noticed me stopping and staringat this one rack of filmy-looking camisole tops with little peek-a-boo slitsin the front. He looked back at me and told me to grab one of them off therack and anything else I liked. The shirt and short section of the store wasn'tvery large, though. Most of the store was mini-dresses and skirt sets. Therewas this bandana-pattern skirt and top set that looked like you'd cover moreflesh with a real bandana ... folded in half. Daddy glanced at me, then atthe outfit, and smiled really big. He didn't have to tell me to take one inmy size. Next, there was a rack of summery, mostly floral-pattern and print,mini-dresses that looked like they'd only go down to my upper thigh.
"Get one of those ... to see if they fit. We'll come back for more in differentcolors after we make sure that's the right size."
I was starting to get into this. He was really gonna make me wear all these.I guess if it was because he made me, it wasn't my fault if I looked stupid,so I guess it was okay to enjoy it. I started pointing things out to him thathe hadn't seen - a cute wraparound miniskirt with a slit up to the hip, a tank-topwith laces down the center that could be pulled as tight or loose as you couldwant ...
"Daddy, there was this top display at the front of the store that I reallyliked ..." I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something but he was silent, "Youknow, the halter top one ... aren't they really cute?"
"Well, I haven't seen one on you yet... why don't you go find one you thinkwill fit you so you can try it on?" My heart sank. He was going to think Ilooked disgusting in it, but I did as he said. He'd already gotten me a roomto try the clothes on in. I don't know how he got the clerk to let him in thedressing room ... it amazes me how most people don't seem to realize we'rerelated. I guess we don't look a ton alike and it's easier to believe the resemblanceis just a coincidence rather than think there's a father brazenly paradinghis incestuous fucktoy around the mall in broad daylight.
We were in the big stall at the end of the row. When I got in there, I instantlybegan to strip, before Daddy even closed the door. The clerk looked like shewas going to go further and say something to me, I don't know about what, butas soon as she saw my top lift over my head, she turned around so fast I betshe got whiplash. Daddy closed the door then, and looked over at me, bent overand topless, giggling helplessly. He shook his head like he was going to getannoyed, but he laughed too. "You're bad. Hurry up and take those off ... Iwant to see the halter top and that wraparound skirt on you first."
It was then that he pulled out his camera from the carrying bag he'd broughtwith him. My heart almost stopped. He wanted to take pictures of my here? Likethis? My cunt finally caught up with my brain and started juicing down my thighs.I just kind of stared at the clothes in my hands for a moment, too turned onto do anything else. Jokingly, he snapped a picture of me standing like thatand laughed. The flash snapped me out of it and I pulled on the outfit quickly,adjusting myself in the top and tying the skirt so it revealed a lot withoutbeing totally illegal.
"Go look in the mirror ... see how much of a whore you look like." I walkedto stand in front of the mirror, examining myself from head to do. The toppulled my breasts up, without really hiding anything ... you could still seethe darker flesh of my aureoles just slightly and the puffy outline of my nipplepressing against the fabric, begging to be touched. The top tied behind myneck and at my back, but consisted only of those ties and a scrap of clothbarely covering from the bottom of my breasts to about halfway up from my nipplesto my chest. The skirt hugged my hips and clung desperately to my body. Inback, it tented off the slope of my ass. The slit revealed my inner thigh,just barely hiding my pussy and continued up to tie just below the top of myhip bone, revealing and equally wide section of flesh in back. I reached underthe skirt to feel how wet I was getting and even I was amazed at how wet Iwas.
My fingers slipped at first and the juices were coming out in a frothy streamrunning down my thighs once I started to play with myself. I rubbed my clitwithout disturbing the skirt and turned toward Daddy. "Do you like how yourlittle fuckhole looks, Daddy?"
He just smiled at me and told me not to move. I obeyed, although I couldn'thelp but whimper as I had to still my hand on my pussy. "Good girl. Now turnaround and bend over." I did as he told me and I felt the skirt slipping upall the way to the top of my butt ... my whole cunt had to be visible, peekingout from between my thighs. I looked back at him longingly. Seeing me likethis had to inspire him ... he just had to fuck me now..
"Daddy, please ... please fuck your dirty whore, Daddy. Please, right herein the dressing room so I can see myself in the mirror ... right here whileeveryone in the store outside could here me ... please, Daddy, feel me up andlet me get cum stains all over this skirt so I can put it back on the rackafter so some other girl can put it on, never knowing ... pleeeease, Daddy.Your whore needs it ..."
He grinned really wide. I could see his cock bulging against his pants,and my hopes soared. "What do you need, whore? Is there something Daddy canhelp you with?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. Please take pity on your whore, Daddy. She needs your cockso bad. Her cunny's so empty, and it hurts so bad ... a hurt only your cockwill help. Daddy, please, fill me. Fuck me right here like a cheap whore youpicked up off the street, fast and hard ... God, Daddy, pleeeeeeeease!!!" Myhips were waving in the air and my pussy juice had made it almost to my knees.I loved being dressed up like this. I loved that I was never going to be dressedup any other way again. Whether they loved it or hated it, everyone would knowI was nothing but a hole to fuck and a pretty decoration. I loved knowing everyonewould see my tits and pussy, my ass and thighs ... my whole slutty body, allday, every day. Most of all, I loved Daddy buying my clothes for me and thechange from his innocent baby girl to his big girl whore, and now I'd be awhore all the time. I'd probably flash people all the time without even meaningtoo. Just thinking about it, about being nothing but a piece of meat for mento look at, for my Daddy to look at, now and forever, was making me juice upso bad that the streams were already inching down near my knees. Daddy didn'tsay anything, so I let out a couple more feeble "please Daddy"'s, but my brainwas just about to shut off completely so I couldn't think of a whole lot else.
Daddy reached out and felt my wetness. "If I'd had any idea it would affectyou this way, I would have arranged this little trip a LOT sooner." He tooka couple pictures as I looked back at him, crying with the need to be fucked,doing my best to push my pussy toward him provocatively. No such luck. "Youlook like the perfect little bimbo, baby. Daddy's big-titted bimbo who thinksabout nothing but sex. This is your fondest dream, isn't it? Not having tohide your true nature anymore, not having to even hide your body anymore."
I nodded vigorously, not even realizing what I was answering. I needed itso bad right then, I would have agreed with anything. "All right, if you'rea good little girl, and give Daddy plenty of good, slutty poses with lots ofenthusiasm and those empty-headed little smiles you're so good at then I mightconsider letting you ride me before we leave here."
I raced through the rest of the outfits as quickly as I could while stilldoing as Daddy asked. When I ran out of ideas or the ideas weren't so obvious,unlike with the peek-a-boo top or the zip-down skirt, flashing him seemed towork, or playing with myself. After I'd folded the clothes up, sorting theminto the ones he liked and the ones he didn't (there weren't many in the didn't-likepile), I stood in front of him, fidgeting nervously with expectations in myeyes. "Did I do good, Daddy?"
"So good you can cum at will, Bambi." Then he just tapped his fly, a signalI was supposed to undo it for him. I fumbled with it in all due haste and pulledhis boxers down. His cock sprang into view, so hard I could see the pulse throbbingI the tip ever so slightly. Hard for me. It was so beautiful. Erect and rock-solid,begging for my attention. Normally I would've licked his cock for a few minutesso as to worship it properly and thank it for the pleasure it was about togive me, but just then my cunt needed to be filled so badly it was throbbingin time with his cock's heartbeats. Instead, I just straddled him on the shoddydressing room bench and impaled myself in one hurried motion. Immediately,I began bouncing up and down, spearing my pussy as fast and hard as I could,slamming it down. The bench squealed and the slapping sound of flesh hittingflesh was loud in the quiet room ... not as loud as my moaning was gettingthough.
I got quiet as soon as I realized that, but Daddy said, "Did I tell youthat you could quiet down? I want everyone to hear what you're doing in here.Everyone in the store outside, just like you said. You're just a pervertedlittle fuckhole here for my pleasure. Don't you want everyone to know that,baby? Don't you want everyone to know what a filthy, screaming whore you are,doing it right here in the changing room? You want them all to come in andsee you, don't you? You want them all to know what you are. Don't you?"
I was riding him harder than ever now and moaning my little heart out. Ifelt so ashamed then, for just a minute, but that just turned me on more. Ineeded to feel him slamming into me, harder and harder. I cried in frustrationbecause I couldn't get it hard enough or fast enough ... it wouldn't ever beenough. I couldn't ever cum enough, but I needed it. So I fucked myself upand down, until it started to hurt, and then I just did it even harder if thatwas possible. It felt so good, the constant bruising punishment, the rush oforgasm after orgasm, knowing that everyone could hear what a whore I was ...
"Answer me. Don't you want them to know, baby?" I felt so ashamed again,so scared. They would all know. They would all hear. This wasn't some fantasy.They would all know ... I couldn't answer, couldn't think of anything to say,because I didn't want to say how ashamed I was. That would ruin it. But I couldn'tsay that I actually wanted it either. My eyes met Daddy's and I tried to silentlyconvey how lost I felt, how helpless and confused. But I never once slowedin humping myself on his cock like a bitch in heat humping the leg of a chair,not once.
"Aren't you proud of being my whore? Don't you want everyone to know howhappy you make me? Everyone to see all the hard work I've put into creatinga fucktoy like you?" I looked up to him again, and I had to answer that.
"Of course I'm proud to be your whore Daddy." He always did that, reducedeverything to more and more basic levels until there was a point where I couldn'tgive any answer but the one he wanted.
"That's a good girl." He was stroking my hair as I bounced up and down ashard as I could. I just couldn't get enough, especially when he got that sweet,approving look in his eyes like I was the best little girl in the world. Iwould do anything to keep that look, even moan far louder than I knew I should.
"Ah God, Bambi, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop." Like I couldanyways. His cock felt so good - so huge, stretching me to the point of tearingme, filling me ... I kept grinding my hips against him desperately, savoringevery last cum I could possibly grab. His hand clenched up in my hair, grabbingonto my neck, and then his muscles went slack. Mmmm. I had Daddy's cum insideme. Uh-oh. What was I going to use to clean up? I couldn't just drip Daddy'sown cum all over him.
As if he was reading my mind, he reached over and handed me that skirt I'dwanted to get dirty earlier. I held it under my cunt and used it to wipe off,cumming a few more times before I was all done. "Daddy, that was wonderful."
"I know, Baby. But we had better get out of here. Shortly before that lasthuge orgasm you had, the salesgirl peeked in here. As soon as she saw exactlywhat was going on, she shut the door really fast. You were totally oblivious." Masterhad this talent for stating the obvious.
"Okay, Daddy. Do you want me to put on the outfit I was wearing when wegot here?"
"Yeah."
I got dressed real fast. Now that I'd cum, the thought of going back outsideto face that room of people was almost unbearable. "I'm such a whore. Dirty,dirty, dirty whore." I kept muttering to myself underneath my breath. It comfortedme.
"Hey Daddy? What are we going to do for my shoes? Unless you want me wearingtennis when I dress up and stuff." I said this as I was lacing up said tennisand staring fascinated at the dark wet-spot of near-transparent material thatwas forming at the crotch of the shorts as they got soaked with cum.
"Don't worry. They won't let you into the kinds of places where I wantedto get most of your shoes, so I ordered them online ... at least the ones you'llbe wearing for me. The ones you have right now are still good enough for schooland around Mommy." He took my hand and pulled me up, but left me to carry theclothes to the cashiers. God, I hoped the police weren't out there to arrestus or something.
When I walked out behind Daddy, who was determinedly marching toward thecashier's counter, all eyes turned to us. They acted like I couldn't hear themtalking. "What a hot piece of jailbait." An older man who looked to be in hismid-thirties said. A group of girls gossiping near the mini-dress racks glaredat me like I was the whore of Babylon, one of them saying "Fucking disgustingbimbo." They turned away as if I was too repulsive to look at. I almost startedcrying. The only thing that comforted me was that the other whispers were "whore" and "slut" andthings like "I'd give both my legs to fuck a cunt like that" ... well thatand the fact that Daddy was smiling at me in pride as I put the clothes downon the counter and looked the sales girl in the eye.
"Hey. Business seems to have picked up." Daddy said in a conversationaltone, grinning all the while.
"Yeah."
I started blushing. "Sure got busy in the past half-hour." He continued.
"Yeah, they just starting coming in from outside." She looked at us reproachfully.I couldn't believe we were getting away with this. She wouldn't even standup to us. There wasn't any security anywhere, and everybody was either disgustedor turned on, but nobody was going to report us or anything. I smiled. Thenagain, Daddy must have known it would turn out like that. He'd never let anythingreally bad happen to me.
She bagged the clothes for us and as we walked out the store went quiet.There were a few more groups of people waiting outside the store entrance thatstarted giggling and babbling as soon as we walked past.
Once we were out of hearing distance, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Ohmigod,Daddy, that was great! Did you see the looks on their faces?" I gave him abig hug and snuggled up against his chest, so happy because I knew he was pleased.Just from the huge grin on his face and the way he was walking, I knew. "GodDaddy, I'm such a whore. A dirty, filthy little whore."
"I know ... but do you like it? You weren't bothered by those girls?" Hisface looked worried as if he already knew.
"A little Daddy ... but ... I love being your whore. I love you Daddy."
"I love you too, Bambi."
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